The Forest Tall trees stand solidly in the forest. Fat sheep bleat noisily in the nearby field. Sharp barbed wire rips into my fleshy skin.
Small pine needles fragrance the air. Muddy dirt clods my boots. The forest clearing opens up before me. By Mitchell Sewter
The Forest
Tall trees stand solidly in the forest.
Fat sheep bleat noisily in the nearby field. Sharp barbed wire rips into my fleshy skin.
Small pine needles fragrance the air.
Muddy dirt clods my boots.
The forest clearing opens up before me.
By Mitchell Sewter